Arm Wrestle

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-Draw

"It's a stupid idea."

"It's a great idea!"

"I still have work to do and you have to pay for the table if we break it."

"Fine by me!...pay for everything else…"

"What was that? I seem to recall biting the bullet on these latest fines, the Sternbuild Senior Center? Really Kotetsu?"

"Hey! That old bat had it coming, Bunny! Besides, I put their doors back, every last one of them!"

"…"

"Okay, maybe a few were ajar…"

"Guess not everyone ages gracefully, hmmm?" said Barnaby with a mischievous smile

"Yeah, tell me about it I-augh! Sneaky bunny…"

"So are we doing this or not?" asks Barnaby, taking his seat at one end of the table, arm ready.

"Kotetsu sat at the other end, his long fingers curled into Barnaby's like a vice, and they began.

"That gaudy bracelet will be a major pain if I slam your wrist into the floor on accident Kotetsu, sure you don't want it off?"

"Not a chance, long-ears. I'll explain later. I don't know how your finger isn't shredded by that batarang ring of yours."

"It's because I don't go picking arm wrestling fights like an idiot."

"Sauron called, he wants his pinkie ring back" replied Kotetsu in a singsong voice.

"An immature idiot. Since when do you follow the Lord of the Rings?

"Since always. There are these awesome things called books, Bunny-chan. Gandalf is kind of my childhood mentor."

"So you are that old, huh? What about Legend?"

"He's a real life hero."

"You had both?"

"When you're a kid, the difference is pliable, but no less reason to believe in them."

Time passed slowly, the two changing advantages. Barnaby held his own pretty well, but Kotetsu caught him bracing with his leg, and Kotetsu almost had Barnaby two inches from the table, however, Barnaby caught him bracing the table ledge with his other hand. More time passed and their conversation ate at Barnaby until finally he asked.

"Why would you-do that?" The younger hero grunted.

"Hunh? Why what?" Kotetsu huffed, his knuckles now dangerously close to the table.

"Why would you believe in a hero that isn't there, that doesn't exist? Even you weren't that stupid as a kid. Someone could just tear all that down by telling you he wasn't real. Why leave yourself open like that?"

Kotetsu looked at him oddly, trying to think of any reason Barnaby might have had to never have had a childhood hero. All possible explanations tore at his heart. He gripped his partner's hand even harder.

"Well, I guess the only thing that mattered is that he existed to me. He represented every dream I had of what I wanted to be when I got older. Believing in him made me believe that the good parts of me were real. So, the more real he was to me, the more that the good inside of me seemed real. Even when I could never see the good in my powers, or myself.

"…"

SLAM!

There was a subsequent groaning crunch when elbows and fists were prized out of the splintered wood. Both heroes rose from what once was the table.

"Ho ho! The clever bunny is speechless. I have that effect on people."

"Stupid old man."

"Whaaat?"

Barnaby turned around, looking down pensively, and with a smile, looked up.

"The good parts of you were always real."

"…" Kotetsu smirked and straightened his cap over his face.

Turning around, Barnaby shot him a disapproving look while adjusting his glasses again. "By the way, that table will 'really' cost you at least $130 Stern, or thereabouts."

"What!? Whaitasec! Don't you leave, this was your idea too, Bunny!

"You're imagining things old man."

"Get back here!"

FIN